tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35788415684495198202024-02-07T02:53:55.805-03:00Fernando Campanella ImagensFernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-25264724364640487342010-07-18T23:42:00.002-03:002010-07-18T23:50:40.660-03:00CIPÓ-DE-SÃO JOÃO (PYROSTEGIA VENUSTA)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYaUQh4u3mNNubUMGuVrRJ7pu7MiAhw3OvZzylWqGmdzRsk2ChbPjX7uywwC59kyHqGLugUrZhW2wuDwW3iZhFjRItJB4y9zEAG5iTmQoI7YsqD-9Jq2LH2IZmFR1NiETWg8V89rmeEv8/s1600/DSC00054.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495443275903784322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYaUQh4u3mNNubUMGuVrRJ7pu7MiAhw3OvZzylWqGmdzRsk2ChbPjX7uywwC59kyHqGLugUrZhW2wuDwW3iZhFjRItJB4y9zEAG5iTmQoI7YsqD-9Jq2LH2IZmFR1NiETWg8V89rmeEv8/s320/DSC00054.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Foto por Fernando Campanella</span><br /><br /><strong><em><br />... tão típicas do inverno, flores de São João e de todos os santos de junho. </em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em><br />...so typical of the winter in Brazil, flowers of Saint John and all the saints of June. </em></strong>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-11632295482315063472010-07-17T23:13:00.003-03:002010-07-18T23:53:18.633-03:00COMO UMA ALDEIA (LIKE A VILLAGE)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoQlgcnodYnIfCbKGLIpin6qkz9w5vKd1V-0mEhDSKrOgsjgEfuQPYqhx227i-7ns7bnwlQV36130Srr4afJDJaASx49fWm_TCUfsTx_QGMMp4f1ZRLq2k4C_8bxzFTHmFhK5xlY66_4/s1600/DSC03920.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495065416497236914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoQlgcnodYnIfCbKGLIpin6qkz9w5vKd1V-0mEhDSKrOgsjgEfuQPYqhx227i-7ns7bnwlQV36130Srr4afJDJaASx49fWm_TCUfsTx_QGMMp4f1ZRLq2k4C_8bxzFTHmFhK5xlY66_4/s320/DSC03920.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Foto por Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><strong><em><br />Minas ainda há.....</em></strong></div><br /><strong><em>Minas still exists.....</em></strong>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-25379320907135308442010-07-15T18:36:00.002-03:002010-07-15T18:47:02.435-03:00CACHOEIRA (FALLS)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl95XXO5OkKwnz1lKmJSGI3PnvP-83pFrfZQ-6flh_IV9J41EqLH8jkvsOJqUmxU2GrJxLFhOxyY57N1mpxX8IUYMAqJjJPIHJPsHKZjZMmq1bKJ-BqwL4IXITLrG2_oWpnVuhbq_Doek/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC06181.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494251903339013442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl95XXO5OkKwnz1lKmJSGI3PnvP-83pFrfZQ-6flh_IV9J41EqLH8jkvsOJqUmxU2GrJxLFhOxyY57N1mpxX8IUYMAqJjJPIHJPsHKZjZMmq1bKJ-BqwL4IXITLrG2_oWpnVuhbq_Doek/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC06181.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Foto por Fernando Campanella</span><br /><br /><strong><em>...não mais sujeito, nem objeto....</em></strong><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em>(...neither subject, nor object...)</em></strong>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-60188649982539095682010-07-14T20:54:00.004-03:002010-07-14T21:07:22.441-03:00MARITACA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWts2976Jvdg9ptw7-B5c6VwmkoySiWuwipTcXvSQUAzlcHljHAvfR8-XerF8cxDg79gZVLAY2dPdxGSJJrp2KUTziQRg_KGsuFTJ4lNTyzVSo_Cz4dM7Z1x-_c9ptQu_camlC94emdAM/s1600/DSC08844.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493916159887425138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWts2976Jvdg9ptw7-B5c6VwmkoySiWuwipTcXvSQUAzlcHljHAvfR8-XerF8cxDg79gZVLAY2dPdxGSJJrp2KUTziQRg_KGsuFTJ4lNTyzVSo_Cz4dM7Z1x-_c9ptQu_camlC94emdAM/s320/DSC08844.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><strong><em><br />... é naquela árvore solitária,</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>na montanha ou à beira da estrada,</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>que os bem-te-vis se agregam</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>e tagarelam as maritacas...</em></strong></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><br />(Fernando Campanella,</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>excerto do poema de Dezembro da série 'Efemérides').</em></span></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-22967701148125425972010-07-13T23:07:00.004-03:002010-07-13T23:32:20.849-03:00CREPÚSCULO (DUSK)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhxtZivbMYLT4ZLx1TT1VfytAZ0uQQgKLARMo7W71bMRfWUg5IW8TwOrY-5u7-1_SATN0dObpq3kq70lxDXPTWdvDzYSCUqIqCIIGjdgUlXdXHYMXIqrrBA_IrsyYMVK7p7OOhTbKHXA/s1600/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC07280.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493580858743142018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhxtZivbMYLT4ZLx1TT1VfytAZ0uQQgKLARMo7W71bMRfWUg5IW8TwOrY-5u7-1_SATN0dObpq3kq70lxDXPTWdvDzYSCUqIqCIIGjdgUlXdXHYMXIqrrBA_IrsyYMVK7p7OOhTbKHXA/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC07280.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Foto por Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><em><strong><br />...tempo de sedar</strong></em></div><div><em><strong>de transbordar as taças</strong></em></div><div><em><strong>com fluidos de luas -</strong></em></div><div><em><strong>e de brindar à noite.</strong></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />(Fernando Campanella)</span></em></div><div></div><div><strong><em><br />...time to sedate</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>to overflow the glasses</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>with moons' fluids -</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>and here's to the night.</em></strong></div><div><em><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />(Fernando Campanella)</span></em></div><div></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-17244680413801976452010-05-02T19:34:00.004-03:002010-05-02T19:40:54.862-03:00EM SILÊNCIO (IN SILENCE)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-WQkmjvtajOwR2ojm1BdUj526HJAUpxIHscTLBPWtJv9N-wh-jwTqqo6TZD4DCfy39cIiYM73rafEN063iFiiK6GjUk-tgbExyBnA_CJIf-dEQwtNddedhblHiDlwQzgNcQzj1UsZrM/s1600/DSC00008.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466805022882407698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-WQkmjvtajOwR2ojm1BdUj526HJAUpxIHscTLBPWtJv9N-wh-jwTqqo6TZD4DCfy39cIiYM73rafEN063iFiiK6GjUk-tgbExyBnA_CJIf-dEQwtNddedhblHiDlwQzgNcQzj1UsZrM/s320/DSC00008.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />... em silêncio o universo trama</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">o mais absoluto florescimento...</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(... in silence the universe weaves</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">the most absolut blossoming...)</span></em></strong></div><div></div><div><em><br />Fernando Campanella</em></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-33133075369574591072010-02-16T14:46:00.009-02:002010-06-23T08:22:03.225-03:00O BLOCO DA VACA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAdJWrlq-Yzuv-31oHY5bIokzZjZAgetyApYdCGlVTYvTdfdJuJyw1tO1HJcZvDmcj_2uazB_TtgeCuvfXxl6aY0m9C1RZX4RllZu7OyiMSEgxRNpdhmZibZWr49l_OfXFUHBEHX3IYQ/s1600-h/DSC01246.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438884946500187170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmAdJWrlq-Yzuv-31oHY5bIokzZjZAgetyApYdCGlVTYvTdfdJuJyw1tO1HJcZvDmcj_2uazB_TtgeCuvfXxl6aY0m9C1RZX4RllZu7OyiMSEgxRNpdhmZibZWr49l_OfXFUHBEHX3IYQ/s320/DSC01246.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Hoje, terça-feira de carnaval, o bloco 'Gertrudes' sai às ruas centrais da cidade. Seu personagem principal é uma 'vaca' estilizada, incorporada por um participante do grupo. O objetivo da mesma é assustar as crianças, de uma maneira sadia, apenas por diversão. </span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />O bloco 'Gertrudes' dá prosseguimento a uma tradição que remonta à minha infância, e, creio, a bem antes. Naqueles tempos o grupo não tinha nome nem estandarte, era por nós chamado simplesmente de 'Bloco da vaca'. A fantasia era mais simples, de cor preta, e realmente nos assustava. O objetivo dos foliões era, além da diversão, a arrecadação de algum trocado para que pudessem beber e se divertir no carnaval. </span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />O Bloco da Vaca, assim como o atual 'Gertrudes', são manifestações populares dignas de registro. São a alma do antigo carnaval de Minas, da época dos corsos, dos blocos caricatos, dos cordões, do mestre Vitalino Duarte cantando com seu burrinho pelas ruas no carnaval de Leopoldina. </span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><em><br />Fernando Campanella</em> </div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-11751330453331751962010-02-14T22:28:00.001-02:002010-02-14T22:36:00.470-02:00DANÇANDO NAS NUVENS (DANCING IN THE CLOUDS)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoIcV-tFz-jhvg7uxqSntPYWdSD3urh_nA2MKK7YUU4LOJjTBmBzpsnHRCIpjLEXgN4uOEpMBv10y_bu0mgr32D0SpXWkJB65YPNCsONBDZrM4E2br0O1eb-L5R12zx0BUjZKp066gsT8/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438261754280843458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoIcV-tFz-jhvg7uxqSntPYWdSD3urh_nA2MKK7YUU4LOJjTBmBzpsnHRCIpjLEXgN4uOEpMBv10y_bu0mgr32D0SpXWkJB65YPNCsONBDZrM4E2br0O1eb-L5R12zx0BUjZKp066gsT8/s320/DSC01028.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-87794820924498184892010-02-12T11:52:00.004-02:002010-02-12T12:04:04.368-02:00ENTRE CINCO E SEIS DA TARDE...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnuxUQb7Ia2yXK8jnOTzDrrRAeb-HbpoWRlVTGzvLYXravXKAlp9N7GBIgNdd34u3CkA6QqqWe7lO0qA-g6vDWSCjM0yBOQdDSjckfCvrGMMd6jhgjVHFJwViKE2HCELhCh8reo0VURw/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437355519785823650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnuxUQb7Ia2yXK8jnOTzDrrRAeb-HbpoWRlVTGzvLYXravXKAlp9N7GBIgNdd34u3CkA6QqqWe7lO0qA-g6vDWSCjM0yBOQdDSjckfCvrGMMd6jhgjVHFJwViKE2HCELhCh8reo0VURw/s320/DSC01736.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />'Existe em mim um lugar</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">entre cinco e seis horas da tarde....'</span></strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(Verso de Adélia Prado, onde só mudei o horário...)</span></em></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-35841460141397287882010-01-21T15:49:00.005-02:002010-01-21T16:00:49.999-02:00LUZ NA COZINHA ( LIGHT IN THE KITCHEN )<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbt2yF8m_x96n02Sk58Dj8hvKetD_CMUGnI_A_msJVxKtS22Mevkh83jY0qh9a03Gr5JuAvU143X15lPkfRbZ0vpP_ce5uZ3wVip865WAWbGtjxTJLNhLZRIjmR_tah5UA7H62fLk5KY/s1600-h/DSC08935.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429252315893092434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNbt2yF8m_x96n02Sk58Dj8hvKetD_CMUGnI_A_msJVxKtS22Mevkh83jY0qh9a03Gr5JuAvU143X15lPkfRbZ0vpP_ce5uZ3wVip865WAWbGtjxTJLNhLZRIjmR_tah5UA7H62fLk5KY/s320/DSC08935.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong><em><br />Abro a janela, </em></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><strong><em>bem-vinda, oh, luz.</em></strong></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(I open the window, </span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">welcome, o, light)</span></em></strong></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-91020011904293285782010-01-12T11:55:00.002-02:002010-01-12T12:04:01.946-02:00CIÊNCIA HERDADA ( INHERITED SCIENCE)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj27pdgEZ5srn8TzzmJoCtv3Oj2pId_WCVrzcGaCIK3PnTHng2ZRCFCu5EnEn7oDB_OMxq4ErXcECz4jEMn8ofAGaamNP2f4sZWPHtHSSq50DvxG8WqmaR1140Fq93EMr9iOkO-_T9ufU/s1600-h/DSC05316.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425852809318715506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj27pdgEZ5srn8TzzmJoCtv3Oj2pId_WCVrzcGaCIK3PnTHng2ZRCFCu5EnEn7oDB_OMxq4ErXcECz4jEMn8ofAGaamNP2f4sZWPHtHSSq50DvxG8WqmaR1140Fq93EMr9iOkO-_T9ufU/s320/DSC05316.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-23810751221925815912010-01-06T13:44:00.005-02:002010-01-06T14:00:02.892-02:00VERDES ( GREENS)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciyZ2xg6o_UlFsnwTkUsNsVf2BfsDe3hajtfAMnW1LJLryyl3RLReKP_pJvA7dDPA2-gIabfO1Ip2x54J6mp-VCEukHwr9SyicQzWbdw3Dr5OheWwi_A4g9acjNLUIl86ecTb23-GTbY/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423656992144547570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciyZ2xg6o_UlFsnwTkUsNsVf2BfsDe3hajtfAMnW1LJLryyl3RLReKP_pJvA7dDPA2-gIabfO1Ip2x54J6mp-VCEukHwr9SyicQzWbdw3Dr5OheWwi_A4g9acjNLUIl86ecTb23-GTbY/s320/DSC00542.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">... eu vejo vales verdes...</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">(...I see valleys of green...)</span></strong></em></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-63123802154454791552010-01-03T22:06:00.002-02:002010-01-03T22:13:52.206-02:00SÃO JOÃO DEL REY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKaUD8ZDfUhgO3nW9Oqbvo1Wmi1bDff3D5y4wDdJGMLEuYssqx8HMxYEjgcqAQGbP6-kOgmaMTFmaCLCQoq4xJ8-_g738ukEmO4ipHodlrbg2VKQI7buL-fEdWP8r6o1h4pLrrpP3e2uo/s1600-h/PHOT0062.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422669796660879682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKaUD8ZDfUhgO3nW9Oqbvo1Wmi1bDff3D5y4wDdJGMLEuYssqx8HMxYEjgcqAQGbP6-kOgmaMTFmaCLCQoq4xJ8-_g738ukEmO4ipHodlrbg2VKQI7buL-fEdWP8r6o1h4pLrrpP3e2uo/s320/PHOT0062.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">São João del Rey, uma outra face de Minas.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">(São João del Rey, another face of Minas Gerais.)</span></strong></em>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-9404454964785387852010-01-01T11:36:00.006-02:002010-01-01T11:47:54.558-02:00FLOR DO PESSEGUEIRO ( PEACH TREE BLOSSOM)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuvNkxPMOCPRV2_BTtLpa5lGed7P4RBHKQ1XM7IL3MasHm_g-HOc9FyrdaMS5WnKspGkXHlazRnvcSnj6TVC7L9B4zkzga4N4wtGMcg234IDOu7aqJKQQUuPhdOUESCmlvBdeLCUtKIM/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421765709325574738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvuvNkxPMOCPRV2_BTtLpa5lGed7P4RBHKQ1XM7IL3MasHm_g-HOc9FyrdaMS5WnKspGkXHlazRnvcSnj6TVC7L9B4zkzga4N4wtGMcg234IDOu7aqJKQQUuPhdOUESCmlvBdeLCUtKIM/s320/DSC01646.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />... e delicados perfumes têm cor...</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(... and these delicate scents have colour...)</span></strong></em></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-56320309470362882962009-12-30T08:59:00.005-02:002010-01-12T11:55:10.712-02:00MAIS UM ANO.... ( ONE MORE YEAR)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim3z_5H9KIc4JbI9fOsIaXucwg3b88cihxgygdIMozkiKIwggohtITQUZl5ZfI5AWmksIiE14z9_KdM-anx9nZn4yXE8HRPK1WKvmGdBWo10w8Ol0obxh0BbU50pe9hheBXOkVNcBikT0/s1600-h/DSC09804.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420983758831828578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim3z_5H9KIc4JbI9fOsIaXucwg3b88cihxgygdIMozkiKIwggohtITQUZl5ZfI5AWmksIiE14z9_KdM-anx9nZn4yXE8HRPK1WKvmGdBWo10w8Ol0obxh0BbU50pe9hheBXOkVNcBikT0/s320/DSC09804.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Os dias, os anos, o tempo que inventamos.</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(The days, the years, the time we invented.)</span></strong></em></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-26349153482571734272009-12-27T10:01:00.005-02:002009-12-27T11:06:35.169-02:00ORQUÍDEA (ORCHID)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXZ-7a9xm2f9HcNDhLid3KIOyNX9v2laETNJ-fRQaGyoxgMDnUSJ5LxbKDXJo0ripnIQ7pXABDFL3zbsBoH3gTwT4Ud0wEchyphenhyphenE19yO_tOwE6qOsD9lOLBW4xeOcWeNDiiphFI9J1hlK8/s1600-h/DSC05424.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419888831618989474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLXZ-7a9xm2f9HcNDhLid3KIOyNX9v2laETNJ-fRQaGyoxgMDnUSJ5LxbKDXJo0ripnIQ7pXABDFL3zbsBoH3gTwT4Ud0wEchyphenhyphenE19yO_tOwE6qOsD9lOLBW4xeOcWeNDiiphFI9J1hlK8/s320/DSC05424.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Conto meu tempo pelo relógio das flores...</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(I tell my time by the flowers watch...)</span></strong></em></div><br /><br />Fernando CampanellaFernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-46680121539811734262009-12-20T13:23:00.002-02:002009-12-20T14:45:39.891-02:00VENITE, ADOREMUS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysdBMkE-gzhLDOGP7ODhMxSNMRQi2gA6pvTnMWK0ufjd9hRl2XzpVX5CYsolcRAL8pEX2FvhwbO5IvzlgI_snMtNyY4CShB9dna4kOdKMzCSCUV0vOp4FZePUNJ6cNucgC7FQuTR2P7Q/s1600-h/DSC06330.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417340017639349842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysdBMkE-gzhLDOGP7ODhMxSNMRQi2gA6pvTnMWK0ufjd9hRl2XzpVX5CYsolcRAL8pEX2FvhwbO5IvzlgI_snMtNyY4CShB9dna4kOdKMzCSCUV0vOp4FZePUNJ6cNucgC7FQuTR2P7Q/s320/DSC06330.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"></span> </div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-16274968475155136532009-12-17T21:28:00.004-02:002009-12-18T09:25:16.428-02:00MINHA ALMA TEM UMA VISTA ( MY SOUL HAS A VIEW)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_R314P08Wn6_e_E56q22nwv6njaSCVAA541KRn838CHLV14DEMcgugk561Hs21JcENvmT2X4QDyW5JpatVHt1JZe9QC-N2HskbBpBvUP54YOBIZrOQZV3x8hJ4p8NlkGI8J7_1hbYH4E/s1600-h/OgAAAD9I4Jca7wEtdncGB218C6pLADowGn2Zi-IOsAW_jmu5H5L-fpYkwUaL54dfG7Vkc8nBb8Qls9RlVjCBVw3-ISgAm1T1UMLD61sc9APO-sK4v5frYdMKHCL6%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416351162733408898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_R314P08Wn6_e_E56q22nwv6njaSCVAA541KRn838CHLV14DEMcgugk561Hs21JcENvmT2X4QDyW5JpatVHt1JZe9QC-N2HskbBpBvUP54YOBIZrOQZV3x8hJ4p8NlkGI8J7_1hbYH4E/s320/OgAAAD9I4Jca7wEtdncGB218C6pLADowGn2Zi-IOsAW_jmu5H5L-fpYkwUaL54dfG7Vkc8nBb8Qls9RlVjCBVw3-ISgAm1T1UMLD61sc9APO-sK4v5frYdMKHCL6%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Ouço de longe os sinos</span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(From afar I hear the bells)</span></strong></em></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-44797595717414471292009-11-10T23:12:00.003-02:002009-11-10T23:57:45.650-02:00CAMPOS DE OURO (GOLDEN FIELDS)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOwhUZRVHZ32yACbhFny_zFUvDt_wXXh5IzVvEHlgHiaju_SI3fDiYgUko-k6mslYMvs9jFPQyykOmtCeF9vyb0D2cajNw5TkCLC_J1AiFhPRT5rG_2X0WG0GyN_JVN2Ywu_JEVy_1KA/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402657597113556386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXOwhUZRVHZ32yACbhFny_zFUvDt_wXXh5IzVvEHlgHiaju_SI3fDiYgUko-k6mslYMvs9jFPQyykOmtCeF9vyb0D2cajNw5TkCLC_J1AiFhPRT5rG_2X0WG0GyN_JVN2Ywu_JEVy_1KA/s320/DSC02199.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />A luz da tarde nos Ipês realiza a alquimia final do dia.</span></em></strong></div><div></div><div><em><br />(Foto tirada em Agosto de 2009 nas proximidades de Silvianópolis, sul de MG</em></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-81938954080656691972009-11-06T11:01:00.004-02:002009-11-07T12:34:35.671-02:00SOB A MAGIA DO TEMPO ( UNDER TIME'S SPELL)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohW2jiJDOGAeAs2NDCL0E4FwS6Kx4UUrDj2m2188KeHfMcEBJv9xDMpW7nFxU08fFwaOOpXkqcRn1rBu0ninxgrA7fqK4TOGKXDXPfQnEWeLObdvTSWLBuwgkI0BhXM4dISAMQgO1QOE/s1600-h/DSC06316.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400977420703163330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohW2jiJDOGAeAs2NDCL0E4FwS6Kx4UUrDj2m2188KeHfMcEBJv9xDMpW7nFxU08fFwaOOpXkqcRn1rBu0ninxgrA7fqK4TOGKXDXPfQnEWeLObdvTSWLBuwgkI0BhXM4dISAMQgO1QOE/s320/DSC06316.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aZ1FEDKj_dGUWOP-MWO3NdZX2iBDrt2zg1lU_QQvrLS64aaKszc9H3pdQstojCmPouzqwTSUxp8hXbRLOim3T7nb0H9_a4CvfVvcCZXjKtZLSIMy88f49FQZEpaORdMw54sWSyaOCtg/s1600-h/DSC06317.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400975975982227778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aZ1FEDKj_dGUWOP-MWO3NdZX2iBDrt2zg1lU_QQvrLS64aaKszc9H3pdQstojCmPouzqwTSUxp8hXbRLOim3T7nb0H9_a4CvfVvcCZXjKtZLSIMy88f49FQZEpaORdMw54sWSyaOCtg/s320/DSC06317.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Fotos by Fernando Campanella</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><br />"...Sob a magia da noite, a casa se isenta da mecânica do dia, e se sonha um blue ou um 'Clair de Lune', resvalando pelo cansaço dos poros, pelos desvãos do telhado."</em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><br />Trecho de um poema by Fernando Campanella</em></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><br />Under the nightly spell, the house exempts itself from the mechanic of the day, and dreams itself a blue, a 'Clair de Lune', slipping out of the garrets and the corners of the roofs.</em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><br />Fernando Campanella </em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />( Casarão com data de construção de 1871 em Pedralva, sul de MG)</span></em></div><div align="justify"></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-7084481963974777432009-11-04T18:35:00.010-02:002009-11-05T23:45:01.850-02:00SÃO JOSÉ DO ALEGRE REVISITADO (SÃO JOSÉ DO ALEGRE REVISITED)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CRtgz501OUK_zF8Q9V0hCyc5G1Q2rSUerYnejpMEX7UVKeUrzYjKgOQvv1KGzz2pZEjUC98TYgiwE-wRZLoU6QH12uZnHijLBYVGaeRBxvRnOVAIhvoNhzuQh3xl1z47eSJ2fQQ5YFw/s1600-h/DSC06373.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400435715887556834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CRtgz501OUK_zF8Q9V0hCyc5G1Q2rSUerYnejpMEX7UVKeUrzYjKgOQvv1KGzz2pZEjUC98TYgiwE-wRZLoU6QH12uZnHijLBYVGaeRBxvRnOVAIhvoNhzuQh3xl1z47eSJ2fQQ5YFw/s320/DSC06373.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTyN0m1_4v2eFScBUvKWrM5NxNkQv9R45xkdmD3vHumqBGmLvqwBB5VLSLNNKvWc5zFLCotI386ruwyh0vRNvpcdGhWMKMIlaW8kyc973CpGhA9U1t5v4Ly5DqQtL6ScAwWa8h8xUgnw/s1600-h/DSC06350.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400355650717566850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTyN0m1_4v2eFScBUvKWrM5NxNkQv9R45xkdmD3vHumqBGmLvqwBB5VLSLNNKvWc5zFLCotI386ruwyh0vRNvpcdGhWMKMIlaW8kyc973CpGhA9U1t5v4Ly5DqQtL6ScAwWa8h8xUgnw/s320/DSC06350.JPG" /></a> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5nAAHIqDqnPoDphuFSyhpTKVAGxU5cXQ_hD1YIg4W8121xR-8QgSGV1EJ5wpBKW8S6ti8XpZ2CNUtY1p5tITAoCFnNAhxfCQW60HkE_dcyVhGTSDiobcBeINTfee0baqQd3j2n73JHWI/s1600-h/DSC06343.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400353977031136146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5nAAHIqDqnPoDphuFSyhpTKVAGxU5cXQ_hD1YIg4W8121xR-8QgSGV1EJ5wpBKW8S6ti8XpZ2CNUtY1p5tITAoCFnNAhxfCQW60HkE_dcyVhGTSDiobcBeINTfee0baqQd3j2n73JHWI/s320/DSC06343.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Fotos by Fernando Campanella, tiradas em</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">04.09.2009</span><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">A foto do cabeçalho (banner) deste blog foi tirada no ano passado. As desta postagem foram tiradas hoje. O mesmo lugar, área campestre de São José do Alegre, pequena cidade ao sul de Minas Gerais. E ainda o mesmo encanto.</span></strong></em></div><div><br /></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><br /></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(The photo of the banner (image and title) of this blog was taken last year. The ones on this posting were taken today. The same place, São José do Alegre, hamlet to the south of Minas Gerais, and still the same enchantment.)</span></strong></em></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-22782752784152922522009-11-03T19:26:00.014-02:002009-11-04T19:12:33.618-02:00DENTRO/ FORA (WITHIN/WITHOUT)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3uuRLNZIZti4puwuPl4wsEllSJzvng9wnG-DtfBCKEkpiWvUoYIaB9rkP-sU_JcWRzDOENv3fZcbSMJdVD7NAE6tradk8rbwpHSNYykoJBTrbT8yZwOENpUXRMLtRAE6UUPI6eQ0uJOk/s1600-h/DSC07865.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399992873715651410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3uuRLNZIZti4puwuPl4wsEllSJzvng9wnG-DtfBCKEkpiWvUoYIaB9rkP-sU_JcWRzDOENv3fZcbSMJdVD7NAE6tradk8rbwpHSNYykoJBTrbT8yZwOENpUXRMLtRAE6UUPI6eQ0uJOk/s320/DSC07865.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Em qualquer coisa que se faça, deve haver um entrosamento entre o olho e o coração. Com o olho que está fechado, enxerga-se para dentro; com o que está aberto, para fora."</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Henri Cartier-Bresson)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Em fotografia, registro o que de alguma maneira já existe dentro de mim.</span></em></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> (Fernando Campanella)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><em><strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"In whatever one does, there must be a relationship between the eye and the heart. With the one eye that is closed, one looks within; with the other eye that is open, one looks without."</span></strong></em><span style="font-size:85%;"> (Henri Cartier-Bresson)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">In photography I register what somehow already exists within me.</span></em></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> (Fernando Campanella)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Foto tirada na estrada de Sta Rita do Sapucaí a Bela Vista, sul de MG)</span> </div><div align="justify"></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-62335744730647807842009-10-31T23:34:00.008-02:002009-11-05T10:58:11.888-02:00CARPE DIEM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAEdg8dtNtyNqGXnexr3aj9A_5XqUm96te02jWjBIaGPOMRPo_ZOovWMyZlbj476FAer4O5QeIWXfDkE28cWTO6ofOwqbnW4EBEGADUvKc_2HmmWonW1_ZKaPRLtBxvXVE3vGcjeOOrVM/s1600-h/DSC06200.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398943578506652274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAEdg8dtNtyNqGXnexr3aj9A_5XqUm96te02jWjBIaGPOMRPo_ZOovWMyZlbj476FAer4O5QeIWXfDkE28cWTO6ofOwqbnW4EBEGADUvKc_2HmmWonW1_ZKaPRLtBxvXVE3vGcjeOOrVM/s320/DSC06200.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><strong><em><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Momentos assim em que a natureza </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">é maior porção de mim.</span></div><div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Moments like this when nature </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">is the largest portion in me)</span></em></strong></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto da Cachoeira do Altair em Heliodora, sul de MG</span></em></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-75586787946940173082009-10-31T15:08:00.005-02:002009-11-04T19:14:15.331-02:00O VERDE DOS VALES, O AZUL DOS MONTES ( GREENISH VALLEYS AND BLUISH MOUNTAINS)<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQIztKnDQrd5eXzgKlPA1d7SYy0qk5nDv038zYgvc1Y625N9MIfrilc88Jg8rpFrEymxxy-ZS7bKT3m-9bt6GtpTymzGWy3czfY8IzWzU5UVAQtdFCC5hKbM6x2S96KjiWHPQjYF-usE/s1600-h/DSC01058.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398813033974285538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKQIztKnDQrd5eXzgKlPA1d7SYy0qk5nDv038zYgvc1Y625N9MIfrilc88Jg8rpFrEymxxy-ZS7bKT3m-9bt6GtpTymzGWy3czfY8IzWzU5UVAQtdFCC5hKbM6x2S96KjiWHPQjYF-usE/s320/DSC01058.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">...ESTES VERDES QUE PINTAM OS VALES, ESTES AZUIS QUE ESFUMAM OS MONTES....</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">...THESE GREENS THAT PAINT THE VALLEYS, THESE BLUES THAT SHADE THE MOUNTAINS DOWN...</span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><em><br />Fernando Campanella</em></div><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(Foto de paisagem rural entre Sta Rita do Sapucaí e Itajubá, sul de MG.)</span></em>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3578841568449519820.post-89847816813357465512009-10-29T15:02:00.004-02:002009-11-04T19:14:57.245-02:00ONTEM E SEMPRE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc3adHKewucbo2eGudSy6TTncxWCoEl_Dd86VB-Bc9t-KNmCxfpQE6HrcawJAhCkY_9zux64U6Xy5RBwe6rqL0NbXFxlGE3hkeZfn0sYomuoeEDocDFS7kuZnCQi9ERUJ3Y2f6zxUVH5c/s1600-h/DSC05104.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398070594601836306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc3adHKewucbo2eGudSy6TTncxWCoEl_Dd86VB-Bc9t-KNmCxfpQE6HrcawJAhCkY_9zux64U6Xy5RBwe6rqL0NbXFxlGE3hkeZfn0sYomuoeEDocDFS7kuZnCQi9ERUJ3Y2f6zxUVH5c/s320/DSC05104.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Foto by Fernando Campanella</span></div><div></div><div><strong><em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Minas resiste em mim.</span></em></strong></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><br />Foto gentilmente consentida, tirada na região de Caldas, sul de MG.</em></span></div>Fernando Campanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875888072338232131noreply@blogger.com0